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On Monday's episode of "Katie," Judith Sheindlin (better known as Judge Judy) chats with host Katie Couric about celebrating her 70th birthday.

The tough TV judge turned the big 7-0 on Oct. 21, and celebrated the milestone by showing off her still slim, toned bod. Sheindlin brought a photo to share of herself posing in a sexy white bikini on her big day. However, the reality courtroom star, who is a mother to seven children, did wear a lacy (but see-through) white cover-up.

"Florence Henderson told me 70 is the new 50," she told Couric of the 78-year-old former "Brady Bunch" actress.

In May 2012, Sheindlin launched the advice-sharing website whatwouldjudysay.com. In a video posted Nov. 1, she discussed planning for your funeral.

"If I had my choice, I'd skip the topic altogether and live forever," she said. "Since that may not be an option, the details surrounding an eternal resting place should be given a little thought."

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